Harry Styles Japanese Novels & Stories

Just when Haruto thought Aito wasn't going to come anymore, the door to the classroom swung open and Aito strolled in wearing a wide grin. Haruto was quite angry that Aito was late but after seeing that dazzling smile, his anger vanished like smoke and a similar grin appeared on his face. He stood up and did a mini jog, engulfing Aito in a big hug. "Fuck you scared me. I thought you were gonna stand me up again." "I'm sorry." Aito apologised, hugging Haruto back. "The fucking stylist wasted my time." "Stylist?" Haruto asked, pulling away. "What kind of stylist?" He gazed at Aito's clothes, but Aito wasn't wearing anything remarkable. Just a pair of snug black jeans with silver chains and a b

he opens the door for me. "Thankyou, but you didn't need to do that ,i could have done it myself" i say " well, chivalry isn't quite dead yet" he replies with a smirk "Oh really! Mr. harry styles" i say with a smirk "yes m'lady , besides my mama taught me quite the manners" "good for you mr. styles " i say in a crappy british accent which makes him laugh "what?" i ask. " You are clearly not british so where were you born?" he says with an amusing smile

Kate clicked the Hair tab and she was presented with a whole gamut of men’s hairstyles: undercut, curly, layered, wave, Harajuku matted style, asymmetrical emo, mohawk, crew cut, man bun, spiky, flat top, dreads, Elvis… Kate thought it was because the app-maker was Japanese or hair dyes were sold separately, but all the hairstyles were black. It was a good thing though because she was already having a hard time just picking the style. She settled on Layered after a great deal of toing and froing.

However, in this situation, the only thing ringing in my head was, Please don't ban us from this restaurant, pretty please. My heart nearly stopped when a short, older man with a quirky hairstyle came out from the back. The pristine white chef's jacket he wore proudly declared his title: JR, owner of the restaurant renowned for its authentic Japanese cuisine. This claim felt almost arrogant, but was undoubtedly justified by the delicious food we had.

I was standing just outside Jaden's office, waiting for him to come out. "I love your dress" Haru said, giving me a brilliant smile. I was wearing an emerald, sleeveless dress which had a high neck. The dress had a long slit on the side and was ankle length. Haru was also rocking a white dress. It was the first time I was seeing her in one. "Thanks" I responded to her compliment. "It's okay to be nervous. Heck, I would be nervous if I was in your shoes" Haru stated and I embraced her, a smile tugging at my lips.

Scarlet Heart nodded. She was on the stage, dancing with her sexy maid costume. It was lacey and her hair and make up was slutty with black lipstick. Men were drooling because of her performance. She was twerking and then lay down on the stage, opening her legs widely. Then sat down while dry-humping the stage. Then a tall Korean guy with fair skin and buffed body stood up. His name is Henry Kang. He is a Korean celebrity in Korea but he is in Japan for a tour. He went there to have fun.

Freddy called loudly, he was still facing his table and was trying to light another round of marijuana. A man with a mask on his face entered the room immediately, he was dressed like the other guards; they all wore suits, but there was something different about him and it wasn’t the mask, instead of a gun; he was holding a sword. From his name, Simon could deduce that he wasn’t American, he was definitely Japanese, his name and the sword confirmed it. “I’m here shisho [Master],” Hatake replied sharply. “Show it to him,” Freddy ordered, puffing his just lighted marijuana all over the place.